C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.

Colley Cibber

  • Oh, say! what is that thing called light,
  • Which I must ne’er enjoy?
  • What are the blessings of the sight?
  • Oh, tell your poor blind boy!
  • Old houses mended,
  • Cost little less than new before they’re ended.
  • As good be out of the World as out of the Fashion.

    Go on, spare no invectives, but open the spout of your eloquence, and see with what a calm, connubial resignation I will both hear and bow to the chastisement.

    Now by St. Paul the work goes bravely on.

    Oh! how many torments lie in the small circle of a wedding ring.

    Persuasion tips his tongue whene’er he talks.

    Possession is eleven points in the law.

    Stolen sweets are best.

    Tea! thou soft, thou sober, sage, and venerable liquid;—thou female tongue—running smile-smoothing, heart-opening, wink-tippling cordial, to whose glorious insipidity I owe the happiest moment of my life, let me fall prostrate.

    That same face of yours looks like the title-page to a whole volume of roguery.

    The aspiring youth that fired the Ephesian dome outlives in fame the pious fool that raised it.

    The will for the deed.

    When we are conscious of the least comparative merit in ourselves, we should take as much care to conceal the value we set upon it, as if it were a real defect; to be elated or vain upon it is showing your money before people in want.

    Words are but empty thanks.